| You won’t never know, never know
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| Who be really with you til it’s time to blow
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| You won’t never know, never know
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| Who be really with you til its time to go
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| You won’t never know, never know
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| These cracker massin out jits
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| See I won’t see my dog til 56
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| That shit crazy how that story even went
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| But I ain’t gon be the one to tell it
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| I seen my nigga weigh it up and sell it
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| Like a book he had that motherucker sellin
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| Til him whatever rock your boat
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| You better grab a float its sink or float
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| Call you lebron james I know your ass gon choke
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| I know you laughin but don’t get the joke
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| No nicotine lil nine be tryna pote
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| I was like 14 the youngest on the scroll
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| Go get a pen and a pad criss cross
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| Sit right here on your ass
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| And take notes I’m tryna be a dad
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| I’m acknowledging all my kids
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| This shit here ain’t a game
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| This how it is
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| I up that nine and test em like a quizz
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| You gon reap whatever you sold
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| Like a sew in
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| Scope at your stout but I was aimin at your forehead
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| I’m glad my momma made a way for all her four heads
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| I’m talkin bout her four kids
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| What you knowin
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| She taught me right but I did wrong on my own
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| I was thuggin with my niggas we was jumpin home to home
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| Stolo surfin different counties committing burglaries with a stone
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| If them crackers get behind us we gon dip they ass
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| If they tryna bring the bird I’ll just get me where I know
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| Shit I’m use to that lil scroll
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| This shit WWE and I’m that nigga stone cold
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| She put that woo on a nigga she done ric flair’d a pro
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| Your shooters shootin from the cut
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| Guess what
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| He hit the wrong hoe
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| I think I made some nigga mad and I fuck around
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| And bout lil rizo you get bagged
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| Cemetery that set in stone
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| Cause that my nigga he showed me loyalty ever since it been on
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| You won’t never know, never know
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| Who be really with you til it’s time to blow
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| You won’t never know, never know
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| Who be really with you til its time to go
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| You won’t never know, never know
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| If your nigga really gon up the score
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| You don’t never know, never know
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| If your nigga really gon up the score
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| You never know if your main man gon say his pistol jammed
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| Til its time to blow
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| You don’t never know, never know
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| How the situation gon fuckin go
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| She thought she found my print cause glokk got a private on it
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| Hit my knees and I repent this shit feel like ceremony
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| I’m up chasin my dreams like I need me a maybach only
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| She thinkin she real smart she tryna throw a baby on me
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| That shit ain’t my cup of tee
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| I wouldn’t even drink it to quench my thirst
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| Bout to put him in a casket put that boy off in hearst
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| Get a shovel and dig until you feel the core of fuckin earth
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| They tryna say this bout a bitch when it ain’t even bout shit
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| And I was out here thuggin I was all off on a jit
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| I was with lil OD them niggas wasn’t even tryna hit
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| It was just me a lil OD we had 40s and them sticks
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| It was just me a lil OD we was in chaz apartment
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| They don’t want no smoke they don’t want no cancer
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| They the one with all the problems I ain’t got no answers for it
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| I think them niggas got a coochie between they lips
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| They act pussier than a bitch who wear weave up on her head
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| These niggas out here tryna slander our name
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| Throwin salt up on the grain
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| Sayin I won’t ever change
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| How the fuck you do that
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| Like how you speakin on it
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| You don’t gotta a brain
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| And its all off your brain
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| That mean you ain’t write a thing
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| You won’t never know, never know
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| Who be really with you til it’s time to blow
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| You won’t never know, never know
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| Who be really with you til its time to go
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| You won’t never know |